A Poem Without a Pocket
This poem has no pockets
Nowhere to put the bits and bobs
it’s collected
Nowhere to stuff the laughs or hide
the tears. Nowhere to put the
pieces of joy to savor later.
This poem has no choice but to
give them all away.
A Poem Without a Pocket
I love it Candy!! “This poem has no choice but to
give them all away.”I like that idea, alot! Beautifully evoked 💜
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I enjoyed the idea: if we have no pockets, we have to give stuff away. Fun conclusion.
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And so it has, Candy. Love it. I needed those pieces of joy today. Thank you!
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A generous poem, Candace, giving everything away. Love it!
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the brevity is beautiful
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And thanks for the gift!!!
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Perfectly put, Candy…your poem is dandy!
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l like this take on the prompt. Well written.
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Thanks for the bits and bobs, Candy 👏
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